One Simple Confusion
Una simple confusión
A meditation exploring the one simple confusion of mistaking ourselves for something separate, and the peace of resting in our boundless nature.
One Simple Confusion
Who am I?
It is a question that points to understanding what is mind.
Who are you without thinking?
There is a sense of I am.
Beingness.
Beingness and mind
In beingness there is rest.
In mind there is turmoil.
Rest in natural great peace,
this exhausted mind,
beaten helplessly by karma and neurotic thoughts,
like the relentless fury of the pounding waves
in the infinite ocean of samsara.
Rest in natural great peace.
Beingness is the unchanging,
eternal,
unattainable,
ever-present.
It is the ocean from which the mind appears as waves.
Cannot be found,
cannot be seen.
It is what we long for, to return home.
One simple confusion
One simple confusion.
One simple confusion, to know what I am.
To know that I end where my skin ends.
One simple confusion.
Sensations of the skin, waves in the infinite ocean.
Sounds, sights, waves in the infinite ocean.
The sights come from outside.
Outside of what?
One simple confusion.
Looking for the boundary
We split the world in two, inside and outside.
Look for that boundary.
Where is that line, that space where things become inside or outside?
Our thoughts inside, and sounds outside.
Do they not happen in the same infinite space?
Look for that boundary.
Sights and sounds,
sensation,
thoughts,
emotions,
all happening in the same infinite space.
Find where one begins and the other ends.
No effort is needed.
Settling with what arises
One simple confusion.
We notice the waves.
Thoughts.
And we settle, believing to know where we are.
Emotions, resistance.
Frustration, discomfort,
boredom, loneliness,
emotions, resistance.
Rest in natural great peace,
this exhausted mind,
beaten helplessly by karmic and neurotic thoughts,
like the relentless fury of the pounding waves
in the infinite ocean of samsara.
Rest in natural great peace.
Resting
Rest in natural great peace.
Be still and rest in natural great peace.
The heart longs for home.
We cannot find home.
There is nothing to do.
A will to protect, to defend.
We long for home,
and yet it is what we resist the most.
Endlessly trying to define what is infinite.
The heart longs for recognizing its infinite nature,
longing to be known and felt in the flesh.
For a restless mind to bathe in the recognition that is our love.
It is one simple confusion, to know what we are.
It is one big loss to let go.
We will not surrender defending what we have claimed to be I.
Our hearts, touched by grace, will show the way.